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Screed

screed \ skreed noun 
1. A long discourse or essay, especially a diatribe. 
2. An informal letter, account, or other piece of writing.
3.
Building Trades.  A. A strip of plaster or wood applied to a surface to be plastered to serve as a guide for making a true surface. B. A wooden strip serving as a guide for making a true level surface on a concrete pavement or the like. C. A board or metal strip dragged across a freshly poured concrete slab to give it its proper level. 
4. British Dialect.  A fragment or shred, as of cloth. 
5. Scot.  A. A tear or rip, especially in cloth. B. A drinking bout.

screed \ skreed verb 
1. Scot.  To tear, rip, or shred, as cloth.

Stan's screed on responsibility quickly made his young daughter regret her neglect of Patrick the goldfish. It would be another fifteen years before she tended another aquarium -- and that at the request of her own son.  

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